I am grateful gethsemane is not the gravesite of a salvation we could have had. That blood-like tears did not stop blood from flowing freely for fellows like me. I am grateful that sleepy friends could not hinder divine conversation and personal survival was bypassed to institute divine design.
I am grateful
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2022
Tales,
Story!..story
By the hitting
Of the night’ light
On the sleeping-
Untroubled soil,
An assurance for another day,
Speaking
Of the hope
Of course unconcealed,
The elders’ failed,
god we call-falls on its slippery heels,
Codeines on a sleepy pills,
Given to these squanders
I mean-the poliTRICKians,
Paying you for our lives,
Edges up in the bigger-bitter collar
Which soon be tears-sucked,
We drink not
Water but crude oil
As species yet discovered,
Circumstance you wrought on us,
Though our waters contaminated,
We choose not to be
In all these,
Leaders of morrow
We live in are made!
Thank you!
Yours faithfully,
Tunde Michael
TM Sungs
©2019
I have envisioned, read and learned
I have traveled, heard and lived
But the best syllables is that of a dying
Man, who is near to a new beginning
His tones are calm like gospel
His eyes peace, reconciliatory, transitory
Forgive is all he says
Forgive is all he repeats
For friends and foes alike
Are criminals condemned alike
Both entered the prison the same way
Both will sleep someday.
Forgive is all he says
Forgive is all he repeats
For man has nothing since
The beginning but his nakedness
It is only Allah that generously gives
And it is I AM that takes away
Forgive is all he says
Forgive is all he repeats
I have traveled and learned
But the best syllables of life is that of a dying man, who is near to a new beginning
Ugwu David. C
© 2019
Christ a poet 